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Thanks for your time and effort....it is appreciated. I understand completely your reasoning, I'd love to run a game or two but know the demands would be too great to do it justice. Happy gaming and most importantly happy parenting ☺ -Posted with Wayfinder
I'm curious as well..... Also , we should move this to the discussion tab. :)
Too bad, but not surprising. Hope all goes well with the RL stuff Ren. As for the game, frustrations aside from the pace at times, I'm quite enjoying it. We've discussed new blood before....I've another star wars game whose Dm seems to have been lost in hyperspace, all good players. I could ask if any were interested in joining our game. That depends of course whether you still have that fire to continue , I hope you do ☺ -Posted with Wayfinder
"Yeah, yeah...." Chel answers absentmindedly, his thoughts elsewhere. Turning, he goes back into the suite. -Posted with Wayfinder
"Damn right it is." Chel mutters, as he goes to the balcony and checks what would be needed to get to the Baron's balcony.
Chel watches the attendant walk away, tapping the security card against his chin. "Right, we'll let the good Baron settle. Then we go to 'our' suite and see if we can get to his rooms..." Chel says, looking at the others for thier opinion.
"Maybe, Quen , maybe. " Chel says, looking at the attendant, "OK, how about making a copy then. Barring that, get us the suite or room right next to his."
Chel looks at the attendant hard, "Access Card. You'll get that for us...Correct?"
Seeing that Ren wasn't willing to interrogate the man, Chel spun him about and spoke directly to him, "Don't worry friend. We just want to know everything about the Baron. Why he's here, how long he's staying, who visits his room....Anything you can think of. You do this and there's a nice chunk of credits with your name on it."
Chel wraps an arm around the man's shoulders, "Relax, friend. We've only a few questions for you." Gently but firmly , Chel steers the attendant back toward the others. Raising his eyes in invitation to Ren, Chel stands behind the man, a hand on each shoulder, should he try to flee or cry out.
Chel runs out in front of the attentdant, stopping him. "A moment of your time." Chel says in a tone that brooks no dissent, hoping the attendant was conditioned to respond positively to bossy clients
Chel notices the attendat exit the lift and hurry towards where the Baron stands. "That one looks like he knows your Imperial....should we grab him and have a little chat?" Chel asks the others quietly.
Chel enters the hotel lobby, followed closely by Quen. Spying Mahath over to one side, Chel walks around the outside of the lobby and slides up next to the Jedi. As he does so, Ren emerges and indicates they should walk. Listening to Ren's information, but not really understanding the context, Chel says "An imperial? We checked out the tournament....10000 to enter. Even if we could scratch that much together..."
Chel nods to the guard, then turns to Quen, uttering a low whistle, "10000 credits, that's a lot of scratch. Not sure our gains would be worth it, or if we'd even be able to pool that much together. " He thinks for a moment, "We'll have to discuss this with the others, let's head over to the hotel..."
"Ok, Quen lets go to the tournament and get ourselves registered. Ren , Mahath check out Darga's hotel." Decision made, Chel nods to Ren and Mahath, then leaves with Quen, saying the the padawan, "I think we want to be subtle here, just using our better intuition when betting. Stay away from using your mind trick I think, it might get you noticed."
Chel shakes his head, "No , I don't think so. Remember, Darga fled before our confrontation with the major domo, so as far as he knows, we're still free agents. I propose me and Quen take on the tournament, you and Ren can check out the hotel."
"Hmmmm, I'd wager half the Tibanna on this planet, that Darga has some play involving this tournament, probably has bought dealers or players.... I propose Quen and I enter the tournament and use our abilities to win, win , win" Chel says smiling "That way we foil Darga's plan, and even if there was none, collect a nice pile of credits. Plus, he'd see we were here, it might spook him, reveal his plans , perhaps."
Chel watches Quen for a moment as he closes his eyes to meditate on Darga's location, then turns to the others , "Well, knowing Darga, he's probably taking up multiple floors of this hotel and he's also probably heavily involved with cheating at this tournament. So the options as I see it are: confront him in his base of operations, probably heavily fortified, or work against him in the tournament."
"That's right, Ublecht. My client needs Tibanna, but for reasons I'm not at libery to divulge, cannot go through normal channels. Is that ours?" Chel asks, pointing at the container of gas.
As they walk back to the office, Chel says to Mahath, "Save your credits, we're not staking anything on this." ------ "Well the one I talked to was called Grokkus. You give us the credits to make the purchase...we'll see it through. We'll dangle the idea that we're big buyers, want to meet the boss, that sort of thing. See where that gets us. But nothing's going to happen without the credits. " Chel says, revealing to the Ugnaughts what Grokkus expected in payment.
Chel nods and shakes on the deal. Then with a nod, he leaves the foundry. He walks up to the others and brings them close, "I've got a deal for some Tibanna...strictly off the books. Sounds like what we're after. The exchange is after dark at the rear loading bay. Let's get back to our friends and let them know."
Crouching down, Chel nods, "Yeah, gas. That's what I need. Who do I talk to? Someone discrete I hope..."
Chel raises his hands in apology and backs away from the agitated Ugnaught. He waits until Goffer moves off, then moves to follow the other Ugnaught in the shadows....
"I do. I need to buy Tibanna, but I need to keep it off the books, if you know what I mean." Chel says lowly, leaning in so that only Goffer hears.
Chel gives the Ugnaught a long look then releases its arm. Striding over the the Ugnaught called Goffer, Chel stands at his shoulder, arms crossed, waiting for Goffer to notice him.
Chel steps nearer the factory, waving wisps of Tibanna gas away from his face with a grimace. Grabbing the arm of a nearby Ugnaught, he leans down and says conspiratorily, "I need to talk to someone about buying some Tibanna..."
Do you mean to duplicate the SWTOR advanced class ?
"Sure, I'll take a look around" Chel responds before sauntering over to the entrance, and taking a look inside. -Posted with Wayfinder
Chel waits for the Urgnaught's response to Ren's data overture, arms crossed, a scowl on his face.
Chel pinches the bridge of his nose, "Darga...causing trouble. So, Darga's got some of your cousins pincing tibanna. The power's that be come down on all of you Ugnaughts and you want us to figure out who's working for Darga over at...what was the name, Figg's? "
Chel edges into the room, glaring at the Ugnaughts struggling before them, "Yeah, first you threaten us, now you're asking for help. Better get explaining..."
Chel smiles and shakes his head at Quen successful 'mind trick', "I love that trick!" He then nods at Ren, "I'm sure our slimy friend's eyes-deep in the back rooms , trying to fix the whole tournament. "
Chel is abou to trot down the gangway, but is brought up short by the appearance of the 3 officials. Arms crossed he stands in the middle of the gangway, glaring at the 'officials' as he waits for his companions to arrive, comming the captian "Captain Okeefe, we've got Customs here."
In my opinion, he provides nice balance to our party. We're all force-centric, while he's our real-world expert, medicine, tech, shmoozing people. I think he's invaluable.
Good to go!
Sorry for the delay...I'm all updated.
i'll get updated this evening....
Rolling hp :
Yeah feel better OMB. Also, forgot to do so earlier, hope you're feeling better as well Ren.
Chel pulls his lightsaber from his pack and ignites it, the orange blade once again sputtering a bit before taking on the characteristic deep hum. Looking down at the blade, then up at the Trandoshan, he says "Oh look, another one. This fugitive Jedi really has bad intelligence. Not the best to be leading you into a fight is he...might get you all killed...fast." -Posted with Wayfinder
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Chel frowns at being called a 'remainder',then pull hard upon his connection to the Force....
... but the flash from the stun grenade proved to distracting for him to focus his will.
Chel nods at the droid, "yeah, get our ship ready!" he's about to turn and address Denia, then turns back to the droid. "Project Sarlacc...we need all the information you have on it." he says, then turns back to Denia, "Not only him, but a capital ship full of imperials!"
"Vader is who we ran from on Adleraan, remember Quen?" Chel says laconically, then turns to Six-Six, "How long until Vader's lackey gets here? Are there any available space worthy ships for us to use ? " He turns to Denia, "Are you coming with us?" he asks.
"Master? As in Jedi Master? An honor, Denia." Chel says, sketching a bow to the older lady, "Darga's full of surprises."
"Yes, I noticed her the second time.... I wonder is she playing both sides, working for our benefactor or an actual Imperial? I'd like to have a chat with her..." Chel stops as the blast doors begin to close. "Quick, let's get back to our rooms!" he says, running through a closing door.
Chel waves Six-Six away then turns to Mahath, and says softly "Damn, wanted to find out more abou the project....what is this 'biological resources' the imperial's talking about?"
"Well , Darga. It would seem a good deal on the face of it, but those troops and fighters are as much to keep a thumb on you than to safe guard their...project. What did she call it?" -Posted with Wayfinder
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